Summary:
All Ichigo wanted was a snack, but Rukia seemed to be enjoying the
chocolate far too much to share. Warning: Fluff ahead. IchiRuki

When
Ichigo found out that Rukia had never tasted real chocolate before he
was shocked. How could someone as old as her have never tasted the
drug that was cocoa? It seemed utterly ridiculous.

She
had first asked the ridiculous question two weeks ago. They were
enjoying a rare peaceful moment when Rukia asked him out of nowhere.

"Ichigo,
what's chocolate?"

"Hm,"
he asked absently, busy with his homework. "What do you mean?"

"Like
I said, what's chocolate? I heard some of the girls talking about a
sale on all chocolates at the candy factory and I was…confused."

He
paused in his writing and turned around to look at her incredulously.
"You're kidding me."

She
frowned at his reaction. "Why would I be kidding, it's just a
simple question."

He
continued gaping at her until she got annoyed enough to throw a large
textbook at him.

"Uh…chocolate
is…a food."

She
rolled her eyes. "I'm aware of that fool," she snapped. "I
want to know how it tastes and why people seem to like it so much."

He
hesitated before turning back to his work. "I can't explain
properly, I'll just buy you some one day"

And
as was the nature of Rukia, she annoyed him about it every day until
he bought a chocolate bar from a vending machine, ripped it open and
jammed it in her mouth as he screamed 'SHUT UP!'

After
the initial choking of having something stuffed in your unknowing
mouth, she did as he 'asked' and ate it silently. Ichigo should
have known by the widening of her eyes and twitching of her shoulders
that he would regret this moment for the rest of his life.

She,
as any sane woman would, loved it immensely and did everything in her
power to obtain more. After spending all of her and Keigo's money,
she had come to Ichigo.

"Ichigo,
give me money."

"Hell
no."

"But
it's an emergency!"

"What?"
He swiveled to see her large, pouting eyes.

"I
haven't had chocolate for four whole hours!!"

When
he still refused to give her money, she punched him so hard in the
head, his face hit the cabinet and his nose started bleeding. She
swore in a low, menacing voice that she would get the chocolate
somehow and that Ichigo would pay for his cruelty.

Because
simply breaking his nose wasn't enough for Rukia.

And
again, Ichigo knew by the sharp glint in Rukia's eyes that she
could and most certainly would follow through on her threat. She
glared at him more often than usual and Ichigo felt an underlying
sense of dread that something bad was going to happen.

"Hey
Rukia," Ichigo called out when school was dismissed. Rukia had
started walking home alone ever since he refused to give her money.
For some reason, Ichigo was more annoyed that he should have been.
Probably because now that he wasn't there anymore, boys had thought
it okay to gape at Rukia when she passed.

He
shook the thought out of his head and called again, slightly louder.
"OY! RUKIA!!"

She
wheeled around and glared at him with those beautiful, angry violet
eyes.

Wait,
beautiful? No. NO! Rukia was not beautiful. EW! This was Rukia for
God's sake! The short, skinny, demonic, she-man!!

"What?"
she snarled.

"Um…"
he blushed as he fumbled for the right words that would keep his
reputation intact. "Remember when you asked me for money…a while
ago?"

Judging
by the glower, she hadn't forgotten.

"I
just wanted to say…… screw you, you addicted little midget!!"

Damn.
That came out wrong.

Rukia
kicked him between his legs and left him slumped on the sidewalk.

Ichigo
twitched at the memory and instinctively pulled his knees together.
He had been in pain for hours after that, considering Rukia's
strength. When Isshin had come home to see his son holding a bag of
ice to his…area, well……

You
can't really blame Ichigo for knocking his dad into a two day coma,
can you?

Three
days after that painful incident, Rukia came home with a large,
snowflake shaped chocolate figurine.

"Who
the hell gave you that?" Ichigo growled at her, still angry for
what she did the last time. Rukia ignored him easily and pulled off
one of the spikes of the snowflake. She nibbled it gracefully as she
plopped on his bed.

Finally
she looked at him with narrowed eyes and regarded him coldly. "Yes,
Kurosaki-kun?"

Ichigo
winced at the sickly sweet tone, but his pride wouldn't let him
back down. "Where did you get that from?"

Rukia
sniffed and turned her head away as she swallowed the last piece.
"Not that it's any of your business, but it was a gift from my
boyfriend."

That
hit Ichigo like a ton of bricks. Rukia had a boyfriend? She had a
boyfriend and he didn't know…that wasn't him?

Not
that he cared or anything, he assured himself. Just, if Rukia was
ever going to go out with someone, he assumed it would be him. After
all, in the entire school, he was the only one who really hung around
her. And he didn't really give other boys a chance to approach,
often scaring them away with a well defined scowl.

"Who
is he?" Ichigo managed to hiss out between clenched teeth. He'd
find the bastard and kill him. Zangetsu would skin the boy first and
then he'd dip him into a vat of salt water and then—

"Ichigo!"

"Huh?"

Rukia
scoffed. "I've been calling you for almost 5 minutes. Are you
okay?"

Ichigo
blinked for a second and nodded. "Who's the guy?" he repeated
tersely.

"Nobody,"
Rukia said nonchalantly. "I was kidding."

What
a bitch.

He
watched as she grabbed another stalk from the snowflake and explained
that she had got a job at a local bakery and bought it herself.

"That's
better…" Ichigo grunted, slightly worried about her working in a
bakery alone. Then another thought occurred to him. "You should cut
back on the chocolate though, it's not healthy."

He
turned back to the History project and didn't notice the look of
contemplation on Rukia's face.

He
hadn't seen Rukia eating anymore chocolate after that and was
slightly surprised. Had she really taken his advice to heart?

He
sighed. It was good if she did. She was beginning to turn hyper and
then suffer the knockout gorging on chocolate provided.

But
still…

"Ichigo!"
A familiar voice stopped his ascent on the stairs and he turned back
around. His sisters and his father were away on some school
conference so he and Rukia were alone.

"Ichigo,
Ichigo!!" Rukia shot into his view, sock clad feet sliding on the
slick floor. She had a look of utter joy on her face as she gazed at
him and Ichigo felt his heart tightening.

"What
the hell do you want?"

"I
thought about what you said a couple days ago," she said
breathlessly. "And I figured out a way to enjoy chocolate but still
eat healthy!"

He
yawned. "And?"

"I
wanted to show you!" She snatched his hand, unaware of the electric
shock that shot through both of them and dragged him to the kitchen.

"It's
called Fun-doo!"

He
coughed. "It's called Fondue."

"Whatever,
come look!"

He
was well aware of the concept of fondue but he decided to entertain
her and allowed her to show him the perfectly melted chocolate,
fondue forks and white box of fruit.

"Congratulations,"
he deadpanned.

Rukia
beamed, grabbed a fondue fork and speared a strawberry from the box
and dipped it.

Ichigo
watched in unbridled fascination as she bought the chocolate covered
strawberry to her plump lips and slowly bite off the top. Her eyes
closed in pleasure and to make things worse,

She
moaned.

Ichigo
broke out in a cold sweat as he found himself growing hungry. She ate
the rest of the strawberry and grabbed another. This time, she opened
an amused eye as she bit into it and Ichigo found it very hot in the
room suddenly.

"I
know what you're thinking," she said softly.

Oh,
god, please no.

"And
no, you can't have any!!" She laughed as she grabbed another one
and ate it with the same naïve seductiveness as the other two,
except this time, she left a smear of her lip.

She
didn't notice it so it remained there while she closed the box and
put the contents in the fridge.

Something
in Ichigo broke when she tried to push the hair out of her eyes.

The
next thing he knew he was in front of her, staring down impassively.
Rukia bumped into his chest and steadied herself as he watched.

"Move
Ichigo!" She commanded.

Instead
of obeying, he found himself unconsciously grabbing her hand. She
looked up in shock, the dot of brown sweetness still on her lip.
Gulping to give himself more courage he leaned down slowly, giving
her plenty of time to pull back.

She
didn't.

He
smirked at this and bent lower, a breath away from her lips. But he
hesitated as she opened them and he remained there, unmoving. Until,
that is, Rukia got impatient and craned her head up, meeting his
lips.

It
wasn't anything passionate or full of lust. Just a simple, chaste
touch of the lips before both pulled back, blushing madly.

Ichigo
licked his lips, tasting the chocolate.

She
was right, it was addictive.

(A/N)
Behold the fluff. Pure, unashamed fluff!! I understand if you must go
and brush your teeth to be rid of the sap of my cheesy story, but
PLEASE review first.

P.S
I have no idea if Rukia has tasted chocolate before, the idea just
popped up to me as I was writing my other fic.

Can
you spare a review, friend?

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